perfectionist with a god complex

day four

depression comes in waves, i was perfectly fine this afternoon, now i’m barely keeping it together.
i think it’s friday night, it does it to me. i would really like to go out and get stinkingly drunk, actually that’s a lie what i really want to do is getting fucked senseless, but that doesn’t look likely in the immediate future. sigh. heavy, world fucking weary sigh.

moving on… crack kills!
hipster pants are not for everyone, just as plumbers butt is unappealing…ugly drawers and poor grooming are equally unappealing.